Our Anniversary Was on the Brink — One Phone Call Turned It Around

“Ryan… you own that entire skyscraper? You’re… that Ryan Walker?”

I shrugged gently. “It’s just a building, honey. Just walls and steel. It doesn’t matter. What matters is you. I’m your husband before anything else.”

She reached for my hand.

“But you know,” I said softly, “Marcus was right about one thing.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“There really was a very important guest tonight.”

“The Senator?” she asked.

“No,” I smiled. “You.”

The rest of the night was quiet, warm, and perfect. And I realized that sometimes power doesn’t need to be shown — only used when someone forgets who truly matters.